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A cultivator usually has good fighting technique. When a cultivator walks outside they always carry some weapon, an artifact to defend themselves. Cheng Yishu of King of Hell’s sect is no exception. His favorite artifact is this Nine Steel Ring Executioner’s Blade.
This is a Fourth Level Human weapon, a rare artifact. Because this Executioner’s Blade has this skill: When it cut the human body, it can suck the opposite party’s flesh and blood until the body turn into a mummy.
With this Executioner’s Blade, Cheng Yishu’s ability rapidly increased. He entered the sect the same time as Zhou De (The King of Hell’s people in Guang Yuan College), but now he is a grade higher than him.
Today, Qin Chao made him furious, the resentment in his heart constantly burned. Therefore, he pulled out this Executioner’s Blade, hoping to cleanly suck Qin Chao’s flesh and blood, settling his resentment.
“Ahem, able to die under my Executioner’s Blade, your life is not in vain!”
This Zheng Yishu showed a sinister smile and brandished the Executioner’s Blade in his hand. The blade moved through the air exuding a howling wind. The nine iron rings in its back clashed together issuing a metallic sound.
“Just accompany you to play, you think you’re someone?” Qin Chao curled his lips and couldn’t help but said.
“…Humph….!” Qin Chao made Zheng Yishu so mad that his qi circulation was disturbed, and he felt the sweetness in his throat, a sign that he almost spat out blood. He immediately swallowed back the blood. At the same time, he viciously waved the Executioner’s Blade toward Qin Chao’s neck
“Clang!” A clear and crisp sound was heard. Qin Chao sat there motionless and smiling, letting that Executioner’s Blade swung against his neck.
But to Zheng Yishu’s surprise, he felt as if his blade swung against an iron plate, his blade unceasingly trembled, and his palm suffered a tearing ache; almost losing his grip.
“His mother, to hell with it!” This guy actually shouted such words and took back the Executioner’s Blade. The muscles in his arms rose twice the original, looking like they were about to burst open, appearing ferociously scary.
He roared out with all his strength and mercilessly swung the blade toward Qin Chao’s neck once again.
“Swosh!” The wind sounded as if it was torn apart by the blade.
“Clang!” The metallic sound sounded again, Zeng Yishu’s both hands numbed, that Executioner’s sword was actually unloaded from his hands, whistling through the air, and stuck into the ceiling wall above.
He was jarred back several steps. His hands were trembling, and for a while didn’t listen to his command.
“Could it be, could be you’re practicing Golden Bell Iron Cloth Shirt!” That Zheng Yishu asked with a voice full of alarm and uncertainty.
“Actually….” Qin Chao somewhat pitifully looked at Zeng Yishu, and mysteriously said, “Actually, I am….just a small Diamond!”
“F*ck!” Initially, Zeng Yishu seriously listened to his words, believing that the man is an expert in internal and external martial arts. He didn’t expect, listen to the man’s last words, he was still kidding with him.
“Foolish youngster, I am going to tear you!” That Zeng Yishu shrieked, stepped forward two steps, each step shook the ground. He stretched out his two hands and grabbed Qin Chao’s shoulders. His face was unbearable hideous, his arms muscles instantly grew, the blood vessels twisted like earthworms.
“Ha!” Zeng Yishu’s face turned red as if he was suffocated, using all his strength, holding Qin Chao’s two arms, wanting to tear the guy directly in half.
Qin Chao still sat there, still humming a song.
“I want you to accompany me, watching the turtles swim. Quietly sitting on the beach, blast through the chrysanthemum flower (i.e., anus)….Don’t be afraid, your anus will not leak, I will slowly make you enjoy it, I promise to be gentle….”
Zeng Yishu almost mad with anger, the muscles in both of his arms issued a creaking sound, but Qin Chao still sat there leisurely, despite how big his strength was, still unmoving even an inch.
He felt like he was pulling a rock, not to mention ripped, he can’t even budge him!
“Hey, muscle man, have you done touching?” Qin Chao suddenly grinned, “If you only have this strength, I have no patience to play with you.”
Qin Chao exclaimed in his heart, ‘this Diamond Heart Sutra is so awesome. Previously, even if I am a Devil Spirit Tempered Qi stage (2nd lvl), I would definitely face a tough battle against this guy.
But after practicing Diamond Heart Sutra, it’s like having a cheat code, making me invincible. No matter how the enemies attack me, they can do nothing to me.
It seems like I don’t have to worry even if I encounter that Vampire again. Although that Vampire’s speed is like a ghost, as long as I stay firmly on the ground, waiting for the opposite party to come lashing out at me, I can do a counterattack in one strike to kill the enemy.’
Thinking of these, Qin Chao’s heart calmed down, stopped concerning whatever Zeng Yishu’s attack method are.
“Humph!” Ever since Zeng Yishu’s debut, never had he received such humiliation. He no longer tried to tear Qin Chao, but simply using his strength to lift him into the air, holding him above his head. He wanted to spin him several times in the air and then slam him on the ground.
But Qin Chao reached out a hand and grabbed his head.
His arm stayed straight, literally supporting himself, making Zeng Yishu unable to slam him down to the ground.
But because Zeng Yishu used his maximum strength, his heart suddenly scared.
“Bam!” Qin Chao turned around and flew his foot, kicked Zeng Yishu in the chest.
“Thump thump thump!” Zeng Yishu took four or five steps back and finally hit the shelves behind him. Some vases placed above the shelve all fell down on top of him.
“These broken vases are all on you!” Qin Chao landed on the ground, looked at this scene, and hastily said, “You have to remember to pay for it!”
“Compensate your mother!” Zeng Yishu was wild with rage, suddenly opened his mouth and spewed out a stream of rotten black blood. Qin Chao’s previous kick was not light. Plus his Yin Ghost Possession state was already quite long, the ghost has received a lot of damage.
He immediately pulled out a small black vase from his trouser pocket, poured out a pill, and stuffed it in his mouth.
After swallowing the pill, his outrageously pale face immediately showed some trace of color.
Qin Chao’s eyes shone, ‘What is that? He suddenly looked so much better….could it be, the essential drug, Iodine?’
Of course, it was just a figure of speech. Qin Chao knew that was the drug refined by a cultivator for restoring the true qi (previously qi/vigor).
Cultivator, cultivate the true qi inside the body. When the cultivator fights, they rely on their bodies’ true qi. If the true qi is severely damaged, a cultivator needs a long time to restore if they only depend on themselves.
It will also create so much trouble if they want to supplement it with food. Therefore, they had this convenient pills. As long as they eat this small pill, their true qi will immediately increase a lot.
The people of King of Hell sect cultivate ghost by feeding it with their true qi. Therefore, they have an original home remedy that can refine a pill to replenish their lost true qi.
Qin Chao saw Zeng Yishu returned the small bottle back into his trouser pocket and immediately thought: ‘Such a good thing used by this almost a ghost guy, seems a bit wasted.
Carrying the Motherland’s great traditional virtue, I must have this thing no matter what.’
Qin Chao chuckled twice, letting Zheng Yishu, who has just had his breath back, somewhat nervous.
“Who are you really?” Zeng Yishu wiped the blood on his lips and can’t help but asked.
“Me? I am just an ordinary little bodyguard.” With that, Qin Chao looked at the nearby silly looking Zhong Liangguo with a faint smile.
“Young master Zhong, you said it yourself right?”
“Kill him!” Zhong Liangguo immediately understood that this fellow would surely become his biggest worry in the future. He completely killed this idea and shouted at Zeng Yishu, “If you kill him I’ll give you a million!”
“What a big deal!” Qin Chao was shocked, “So much money! How about this, I’ll make myself half-dead, and you give me 500000, what do you think?”
“Hihi….” Zheng Yishu chuckled sinisterly, “No matter who you are, you’re a dead man….”
With that, he pulled out a mass of blue flame and stuffed it into his mouth.
“F*ck me, eating that thing again?” Qin Chao was startled, only to see that Zeng Yishu wailed, the muscles in his body grew again, growing three times thicker than ordinary human’s muscle.
Meanwhile, his height increased a lot, soon approaching three meters. If he raises his hand, perhaps he could touch the ceiling.
His pants become a short now. Qin Chao stared at Zheng Yishu’s huge long legs and somewhat has an evil thought. ‘This growing long and big, does it include his lower part too?
If such a hulking physique does not include his lower part….then it’s a little bit tragic.’
“Hihi!” Zeng Yishu’s eyes went red, laughing strangely twice. Like little a giant, he outstretched his hand and grabbed Qin Chao.
Double Yin Possession, the strength also grew geometrically. Zeng Yishu felt he would be able to tear Qin Chao apart.
“Why only ‘Hihi,’ where’s the haha!” Qin Chao didn’t want to be a guinea pig, he took two or three steps back, dodging Zeng Yishu’s outstretched hand.
Meanwhile, he raised his right hand, and the Executioner’s Blade that was stuck in the ceiling immediately shook twice. “Clang!” with a sound, it fell from the ceiling and into his hand.
“Give me back my blade!” Zeng Yishu roared again and again. Seeing Qin Chao took his sword, he immediately went livid. With a roaring sound, he started to chase Qin Chao.
“Go!” Qin Chao threw the Executioner’s Blade while his left hand waved at Zeng Yishu, who was rushing at him.
That Executioner’s Blade was like taking a drug, immediately flew and stabbed Zeng Yishu’s arm.
“Ah!” Even in the Yin Spirit Possession state, being stabbed by the Executioner’s Blade tasted quite unpleasant.
The body’s flesh and blood were stirred up, the Executioner’s Blade was like a greedy Tiger, its mouth devoured itself.
Zeng Yishu drenched in sweat, and his soul trembled with pain. He was fairly quick; while frowning his other hand reached out and abruptly tore off his arm, throwing it on the floor.
That arm has become unusually dry like a broken twig.
Zeng Yishu wailed and forcefully controlled his blood from dripping out of what’s left of his arm. At the same time, he pulled out his little black vase, ready to take the medicine.
“Sorry, I want that thing.”